Dew of the World: Longing

No matter how storms shook the world, there was always some corner of peace in the mortal world. Sheltered by the girl, the white bird rested and recovered. Though her boudoir could not rival the breadth of forest and wilds, beneath bright, spotless windows, blossoms and branches cast slanting shadows. Colored stones and shells chimed into melody, while fresh flowers and honeyed pastries filled the air with sweetness.